'I knew someone had got into the house!' was Tom's dispassionate remark. 'What's his name?'
'He hasn't any name yet, but he will have soon.'
'Did he come up the stairs?' Tom asked.
Aunt Annie laughed. 'No,' she said.
'Then, he must have come through the window or down the chimney; and he wouldn't come down the chimney 'cause of the soot. So he came through the window. Whose little boy is he? Yours?'
'No. Aunt Susan's.'
'I suppose she knows he's come?'
'Oh yes. She knows. And she's very glad. Now go to sleep. And I'll tell Aunt Susan you'll be a good boy.'
'You'd better not,' Tom warned her. 'I don't feel sure. And I say, auntie, will there come any more little boys to-night?'